melancholia. [ ALTERNATE SPIN-OFF ] [ BILLY HARGROVE ]

xvi. CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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warning: mature language

     Mary swerved into the parking lot of the office building that Jackson told her to pull into. She didn't even turn the car off as she sprinted inside. The receptionist looked up at her, giving her a wide smile. 

    "Hi, how can I help you?" she asked. 

     "Which office is Dr. Craig's?" Mary asked, going faster than the receptionist could handle. 

     "She's in a meeting right now. Could I take a message?" the woman asked, grabbing a notepad. 

     "Jesus, if you don't tell me what her room is right now, I'm going to actually punch you in the face," Mary spat at her. "Which one is it?" 

     "It's, uh, o-one seventeen," the woman stuttered out. Mary sprinted that way, Dmitri and Jackson entering the office building quickly to see her running. She approached 117, trying to open the door but it was locked. She took a step back, forcing it back with her powers. She stepped into the room to see Amanda with a gun pointed at Billy, and his hands in the air. 

     "Step back, lady, or I swear to god I'll blow your fucking brains out," Mary threatened her, hands raised with red energy between them. 

     "Miss Henderson, you are playing a dangerous game. They'll always be one step ahead," Amanda told her, pulling the safety off the gun. Mary threw the ball of energy at her, Billy ducking and crouching behind the couch. Mary stepped to Amanda, sending the gun flying to the wall. Before Amanda could react, Mary pulled her off the ground and shoved her into the wall. 

     "Where are the rest of you?" she asked, her eyes dark and narrowed at Amanda. 

     "We're endless. We could be anyone. It's the Red Scar all over again, Miss Henderson," Amanda said, a small laugh escaping her lips. "You'll never know when we're coming, you will never find out where we are." 

     "Lady, I don't give a single fuck whether you're coming or not. We know who will win," Mary told her, nodding slowly. "I'm going to let you off easy the first time, but you're going to have to tell your little Commie friends that if they even think about Billy again, I will rip them limb from limb. And I promise it'll hurt. Do you understand?" Amanda didn't answer at first, Mary lifting her hand with red energy surrounding it. "I asked you a question. Answer it." 

     "Understood," Amanda croaked out in fear. Mary let go of her, stepping back to give her space. 

     "Get the fuck out of America," Mary spat. Amanda grabbed her bag, rushing out of the office. Dmitri and Jackson watched as she walked out, Mary turning to Billy to see he was watching her every move. "Billy, I..." She took a step towards him, Billy moving back slightly. Mary stopped, eyes wide now as she realized that he was scared. He was scared of her. "I'm so sorry." Before she could turn and walk out, Billy gripped her wrist and turned her back around. He wrapped her in a tight hug, shutting his eyes as he couldn't even think about losing Mary again. 

     "Can we leave?" he whispered. "Get the hell out of here?" Mary pulled back, sighing out in frustration. "I just want to be with you, I don't want this." 

     "I know, I'm sorry. I brought this with me, I'm so sorry. I-I'll go wherever you want to go," Mary told him, running her fingers through his hair. "But I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it." She looked at Dmitri, giving him a small smile. "Okay, Deems. I'll help you find your family." His face lit up, Mary smiling wider at him. "Lead the way, Petrov." 

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     Mary pressed the doorbell promptly, stepping back as Dmitri was stood next to her. He had a bright smile on his face, and was rocking back and forth on his heels out of nerves.